Hurosk pulls the bottle of booze from his lips with a few stray drops spilling to the floor. "What's so bad about a Chosen?" he looks to Molly quizically. "I don't see nuthin' wrong with being thanked... specially by someone who sounds like they have a title." He looks back to the trio of  noble elves with a grin, exposing his tusks.

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     Hurosk pulls the bottle of booze from his lips with a few stray drops spilling to the floor. "What's so bad about a Chosen?" he looks to Molly quizically. "I don't see nuthin' wrong with being thanked... specially by someone who sounds like they have a title." He looks back to the trio of  noble elves with a grin, exposing his tusks.

Molly takes a long pull from a bottle, wipes her mouth, and shudders. For the first time, something like palpable fear emanates from the otherwise calm and quiet Moltaris. "I'll tell you when you get back. While you are with it, guard your thoughts. Think of... cuttlefish or fireflies or anything annoying and irrelevant. Guard your thoughts."

Moltaris words seem not to caught off guard the Lyrandars, who say nothing about it, but do not insist on her going with them. 

They lead the rest of the party back to extrior deck, where members of the Lyrandar house along with some members of Denethir are restoring order. Seb'riel identifies a pair of Jorasco agents treating some of the wounded. 

At the bow of the ship they see a group of half a dozen calm, well dressed servants surrounding a tall, slender and bald man. He wears a yellow silk tunic, embroided with some simbols that none of them had ever seen. 

" Chosen Kryythakul these are the men and women that helped us halt the attack. " introduces them Captain Alistair with a small reverence. 

The man acknowledges them and speaks. His voice is a unsettling cacophony of two voices, one female and one male. 

"We are in your debt then brave adventurers. " he nods and his entire entourage bows in unision in respect. " It is commendable that you had stept forward and help our fine Captian and his crew to stop those terrorists. We thank you.This diplomatic mission is important to Us. We are in your debt. How can We repair you for your valiant efforts?" 

Kyne marches at the front of the party as they follow Alistair d'Lyrandar, clearly comfortable hobnobbing amongst the rich and powerful.

"Chosen Kryythakul," Kyne greets the Inspired with a respectful bow. "It was our pleasure. We are also keen to support continued diplomacy with Riedra. In fact, my companions and I have just arranged transport to Sarlona on the Mist Eagle. Tell me, would you consider allowing us safe passage through your lands to Dul Zerath as thanks for our assistance?"

The face of the Chose changes from educated acknowlegment for first two Kyne's sentences to confused for the rest. 

" I beg you pardon?" the cacophony of voices is unsettling despite the well mannered tone " Has the Golden Dragon sustained so much damage that We must change vessels?" he asks to the Lyrandar Captain. "We weren't aware of that. We should go and arrange the proper permissions to be sure everything goes without issues. " he then turns to Kyne.

"That's an unusual request. Why do you wish to go to Dul Zerath?" 

"We seek the wisdom of a woman known as 'Old Lornack'," Kyne explains, candidly, "I have it on good authority than she can be found in Dul Zerath. Regardless, it was my understanding that the Golden Dragon will still be making the voyage. My companions and I simply favour the speed and flexibility of a smaller vessel. We wouldn't want to cause your continued journey any inconvenience." The elf adds with his most charming smile.

Behind Kyne the rest of the party can see the expressions changing between panic or even amusement. 

"Your excelency " interrupts Alistair "You have to excuse him, the battle has been rough and I am afraid he doesn't know all the complexities of the... "

The Chosen raises a hand to stop the Capatin. 

"It's ok Captain. Do not worry " he even seems amused by Kyne's words " We see... but you must understand. Riedra is a very reserved country, our people life simple lives, and while we are concerned by the hard times Khorvaire has struggle the last years, our country desires to keep their calm. And We are but servants of our people. We are in no position to allow another vessel to travel to Riedra but it would be a pleasure to have you all as Our personal guests aboard the Golden Dragon so you can fulfill your desire to travel to Our country. Now, We find this Old Lomack of yours very interesting. We would discuss more about her over dinner. We look forward to it. Now We don't want to steal more time from you Captain, please attend the other passengers and your crew and by all means, let Us know if we can be of any assistance."" 

With a nod the Ambassador prepares to leave.

     "No need to worry about me. I'm no missionary," Hurosk assures the ambassador. "Nothing like ridding a boat of some pirates to work up a hunger."

     The half-orc then steps towards Captain Alistair. "So, who were those folks trying to take over your ship anyways? I wish we could have got them all, but the one that was setting the bomb up and another got away." 

"Hurosk is right, have you tried to trace where they went? They were close enough to succeeding that you dont really want enemies like that to reappear at an inopportune moment." Lyreis adds, feeling this is a conversation he can contribute to, the politics and faraway lands more suited to Kyne and Seb than him.

"I am feeling a lot better and could do with stretching out a few kinks, I'd be happy to take a look around." 

As soon as the words are out of his mouth he feels a little foolish, obviously these folks know their own ship better than he could but he couldnt bring himself to unwind too much. Whilst the others had been drinking he had barely partaken,the frustration of a foe escaping gnawing at his mind.

"It would be our pleasure, your excellency," Kyne tells the Chosen with a bow before he leaves. "I too would look forward to talking with you over dinner. I hope that the remainder of your time in Khorvaire will be less eventful than today's events."

Once Kryythakul has departed, the Elf moves close to his sister.

"We should be cautious," he whispers, "but that could be our ticket in."

"That is not a small list of suspects" replies Alistair to Hurosk and Lyreis "Another house, maybe one of the nations had pay some mercenaries to boicot the first voyage of the Dragon, or just pirates. Anyway we will find them and now that we are aware of their threat they will not caught us again flatfooted. "

"Make no mistake" says Kryythakul " Those were terrorist. Unfortunately there are some dissidents in our otherwise pacific country, that are determinated to undermine the prosperity and peace of all Riedra. Surely you have face the same kind of unsavory types yourselves. Bringands, thiefs, smugglers, the kind of scum that thrives thanks to the despair of others and chaos. Rest assured that they are but a small group, that explain why they had to hire that kind of creatures as pawns in their futile attack. Fear not, for as soon as we are in Riedra they will not pose a threat anymore. We've managed to expel them long ago and now they only act on the exile. That's another reason why we don't... travel much" he says smiling, the duplicity of his voices unsettling as he speaks. " Now if you excuse Us, We must prepare for dinner". 

With that the tall ambassador turns his back to them and leaves the room. 

"Well... " says Tandriel after a few akwards moments " It could have been worse. Do we go back with Moltaris and... " 

"...and perhaps you could explain to us what was all about " adds Mazira " we should have explained more but we didnt' had the time... we could have a liitle more before dinner..."

They walk back to the ruined casino. One thing could be said, the workers that were using both spells and tools to repair the room were efficient. Seb has no doubt that it will be funcional by the ext morning. 

With all together, plus the House Lyrandar captains, the party ponder their options. 

Kyne shrugs at Tandriel..

"It's a shame, I would have enjoyed travelling with you. The Mist Eagle looks like she can really move. How had you been planning on entering Riedra when we first asked about transport?"

Moltaris freezes in place where she had been pacing a track in the carpet. Pivoting, she stares at the returning group, wondering whose eyes in the group belong to the Chosen now. Bright Mother, don't let one of them have been subverted...

"Well, that would had been determined by your final destination I guess. I can be very resourceful when needed... " she was talking when they enter the room and see Moltaris looking intensily towards them

"Everything allright?" she aks to the cleric.

     Hurosk gives a confused look to Molly. "Yeah, why you mad-dogging everyone?"

     "I guess we have a bit before meal time, so anyone want to go grab some supplies?" He asks of his friends, then turns to the captain and first mate. "Any place around here that you'd recommend for grabbing some healing potions and maybe some other special items?" 

"If I had half a brain I would be long gone right now. Did you tell it anything about me?"

"Tell how? The Chosen?" asks Alistair "No I don't think anyone even mentioned you. Why? What's going on?" he seems worried now, that a new threat could come to them.

"Nothing, Captain," Molly demurrs. "Nothing of importance to a great house and their glorious vessel, anyway. My apologies. Hurosk, I think finding somewhere to restock is a marvelous idea."

"I... see." He doesn't seem to conviced but he respect her intimacy. "  Well, then... I guess that we see you at dinner?  Do you need more healing? is the least we could do. Once again, thank you. Nor my House or myself will forget your services today." says the Captain to the party. 

After saying good bye the party, along with Tandriel, who is walking back to her own ship, walk down back the plank towards the dock and they go downstairs. Most of the people had been evacuated and guards make sure that no one access Lyrandar's Tower so the place is much less crowded than before, except for the healers and members of the House cleaning and repairing the battle damages. 

"So... " says Tandriel when they reach the lower level where her ship is docked " Do you want to talk or do we really see at dinner? "

"Somewhere crowded and anonymous, to confuse its hearing. I don't know where in this place." Moltaris' voice wavers like a sheet of hammered metal, and her eyes are hooded and downturned.